A Fairy Tale...

There was once a lady named hazel,
Every broken heart, she would cradle,
She would give you the strength, to live again,
She was a breath of fresh air, in the pouring rain.
The sound of her voice, like a drop on a tin roof,
Her lips succulent with touch, tasted of exotic fruits,
She looked deep into my eyes and seen what my heart desired,
What it was,
I don't even know,
I was compelled by her everlasting fixating stare,
I knew she was a wolf, but amazed by her fairy tale hair,
She made me feel like anything was possible,
A dream that was real,
But also take everything away, she had powers, that her heart would steal,
Her eyes would pour into the magical breeze, giving breath to the wonders around,
She would dance in the midnight arms of the hanging moon, peaceful stars she had found,
Wherever the sky needed light, she would place another, for majestic sight,
She was a fairy tale at night,
She is my, fairy tale at night...